Between the Sheets (9781476775807) (15 page)

“Nah, fuc—
bleep
—that. There ain't gonna be no next time. My mouth ain't goin' no where near a ho's hole.”

I glance over at Nina, giving her my “what-the-fuck” look.

She shrugs, shaking her head.

“Bruh, sorry ya first experience was a bad one. But, yo, you need to get ya mind right ‘n' face the clit tongue-on. Try again, playboy. Thanks for callin' in. Yo, my freaky peeps. Before I take my next caller, we're about to go into a quick break, but let me say this to all the beauties out there listenin' right now. Check this out. If you're with a mofo who is pressin' you to drop down on his top, but dude isn't 'bout that tongue life, then baby, you need to shut that slurp shop down. If he ain't suckin', then neither should you. Unless you're not beat 'bout gettin' head ‘n' only enjoy giving it, then do you. But if you want some face-time, too, then it should be an equal opportunity suck-a-thon. And if dude tells you he only eats his girl or wifey out, then you need to tell him to take his ass on back home to her 'cause the head doctor is on leave.” I laugh. “Yo, let me shut these clit lickers before I get some'a you dudes tossed up outta ya cribs. Don't let me disrupt y'alls' bed-flow, I'm just sayin'…You gotta know a place where you can kiss to bring ya baby to bliss. You want the key to her heart, you gotta go down low, nice ‘n' slow…”

I pull back from my mic as Mariah Carey's “Bliss” bellows over the air, which means I have about three minutes or so to hit my baby up with a few nasty texts before I'm back on the air. I reach for my phone and hit her up, letting her know I'm thinking about her and can't wait to crawl up in bed and caress her clit with my tongue, then slow-lick her pussy lips, before sliding my tongue into her slit.

I set my phone back on my desk, then look over toward the glass booth and grin at Nina as Mariah sing-whistles about taking it slow and letting the feeling grow. Nina smiles back at me, knowingly. She always knows what to play next. Real shit. We're a perfect fit. She feeds off my energy and knows exactly what songs to play to tie into the heat. And it's been like this ever since I stepped foot through these studio doors and took my seat at this desk. We just clicked.

She signals me that we're on in five…four…three…two…one…

I press my legs shut, pressing the swelling in my balls. “Aiight, aiight, aiight…what it do, my people. I hope all of my beauties out there in radio-land are somewhere ridin' down on a face as I speak, glazin' some wet tongue ‘n' horny mouth with them sweet juices. Next caller…you're on the air with ya boy.”

“Yo, what's good, Mar
Sell
. This Q from East New York, yo. Why mafuckaz be stylin', yo? How you not eatin' the twat? Man, that mafucka who called in earlier is mutha—
bleep
—ing whack, yo. Tell that niggah I said it's snack time, niggah! I love givin' head, yo. Give me a hairy wet hole ‘n' I'm feastin' on it 'til she passes out. I love them bald beavers, too. But a lil' fur is mad sexy, yo. Work between them sexy thighs ‘n' spread open them juicy wet lips ‘n' go to work suckin' that puffy clit; word to mother, yo. Tell that whack-azz mafucka he can send his girl on over to me. I'll eat her out, suck her insides out. Flip her over on all-fours ‘n' eat that shit from the back, tongue all up in that slit ‘n' bootyhole, then run this big-azz di—
bleep
—up in 'er. Then after I bust up in her guts, I'll lick my nut out ‘n' send 'er home to his corny-azz.”

I lick my lips. “Damn, son, sounds like you stay gettin' it in.”

“Word to mother, yo. I gets it in, fam. I'm real 'bout mine. Them niggahs out there frontin' on that good-good better wake up. They can sleep on it if they want, but it'll be a horny mafucka like me givin' his broad the business, then climbin' outta his window at night. That's real shit, yo.”

“I heard that. Keep on lickin', playboy. Yo, y'all heard it here. If ya man ain't lickin' it, there's someone else out there—willing ‘n' ready—who will. Next caller.”

“Oh, yassss,
daddy,”
the raspy-voiced caller says, sounding like the character Sheneneh from the old sitcom
Martin
. “This is Princess from Bushwick. No tea, no shade. But you give me life. I live for Thursday nights.”

“Oh, word? That's wasssup. So you puttin' in that tongue work?”

The caller coughs. “No
hunty
. I'm allergic to
fish
.”

I blink.
What the fuck?!
“Yo, then why you callin' in, my dude? Wait. Yo, you are a dude, right?”

“No. I'm transsexual. And I gets my kitty tongued
down
. I keeps me a piece of trade on speed dial to handle this cat. And I love sucking dic—
bleep
. Oral sex is my ish. And for all them lazy non dic—
bleep
sucking fish who ain't giving head, they best believe I'm more than willing to give their men what they need. A tight, wet throat. Trust. Mmmph. I've probably already had most of 'em anyway. But they know their secret is safe with me 'cause I don't kiss ‘n' tell.”

“Oh, aiight, aiight. Well, Princess from Bushwick. Thanks for callin' in.”

“Wait, daddy. I'm not done. I wanna know would you ever get head from a dude?”

I blink. Shift in my seat. What the fuck this muhfucka think I'ma say, “Hell yeah. I dig seeing a masculine muhfucka on his knees sucking the nut out this long-ass dick”? This niggah buggin' if he thinks I'ma admit some shit like that on live radio.

“Nah, my dude,” I tell him. “I'm good on that.”

Dude pops gum in my ear. “Well, I feel like each gender should get head from the same sex at least once.”

I glance over at Nina behind the glass. She's looking at me, smirking and shaking her head. “Oh, word? And why is that?”

“Why else? Because same sex give head way better.”

Yo, you ain't lying about that shit.
I lick my lips. Although I've gotten some premium head from multiple females, and Marika knows how to suck the hell out of a dick. But damn…there's something about the way another muhfucka locks his jaws and sucks on this dick. For a quick second G-Money's mouth wrapped around my dick flashes through my head. The way he'd flick his long, wet tongue out and lick my big-ass, meaty balls before sucking them into his mouth. The way he'd use his tongue like a paintbrush and make long, wet strokes up and down the length of my veiny shaft, leaving wet, hot streaks while he massaged my nut sac. The way I'd pump deep into his mouth and he'd suck ‘n' swallow this creamy nut, then have my muthafuckin' head spinning.

I shake the memories.

“Nah, partner…I'm good on that. But, yo, thanks for hittin' me up.” I end the call. The next three cats who call-in all profess to be pussy-eating specialists going into full details of how they put in that tongue work and slay the pussy. My dick doesn't stretch, pulse, jump, or get hard as they share their skills, so of course I'm only half-listening as they gas themselves up.

We go into a quick commercial break, then kick shit up with an old R. Kelly joint, “Seems Like You're Ready.” I shoot a look over at Nina, smiling and shaking my head.

This shit is one of the joints I love eating pussy to. And on some real shit, I've been snacking on pussy since I was thirteen. My oral instructor was a twenty-five-year old, hot-in-the ass, neighborhood oral-freak named Alyssa. She was the first older chick I'd rocked with. Alyssa had a thing for young, hard dick. She felt it was her duty to break all the young cats from around the way in. To get 'em ready “for the next bitch.” And she was serious about getting her nut off. She wouldn't let you fuck her, but she had no problem sucking a young cat's dick and glazing his mouth with her cream.

Alyssa rode my face and sucked my dick every day for two weeks straight until I got that shit right. She showed me how to turn this tongue into a weapon of clit and slit destruction. Showed me how to whisper my hot breath against her pussy, and hum while I sucked in her clit. She coached me how to lap at her pussy lips and lure her whole cunt into my mouth and coax orgasm after orgasm outta her with deep strokes of my tongue. Then once she felt I had mastered the art of eating her pussy, she shut shop down and moved on to the next. And I've been eating pussy ever since.

Nina taps on the window from behind the booth, breaking up my trip down memory lane. I adjust my headset. We're back on in five…four…three…two…one…

“Aiight, my freaky peeps as we make our way to the top of the hour, let ya boy stretch out ya mind ‘n' take ya imagination to a place way beyond what you've ever imagined. Spread them thighs ‘n' let me lick ya spot, get it real hot as we rap up another segment of
Creepin' ‘n' Freakin' After Dark.
Next caller, ya on the air with ya boy, Mar
Sell
…”

“Yo, whadddup,….this Shawn from Marshall Street in Irvington.”

“What's good, playboy. You eatin' the cookie?”

“Word to mother, yo. I got them deadly tongue skills. I'm like R. Kelly, yo. I turn up ‘n' lick the middle like an Oreo. Gobble that thang up. Make a broad forget her name, feel me?”

“Oh, aiight, aiight, Cookie Monster. That's what's up. Gobble that thang up, playboy. Thanks for callin' in. Yo, we have time for one last call. Next caller. What's good? You're on the air…”

“Mmmm…I'm so wet for you,
papi
,” purrs a female voice on the other end. “I would love to give you a taste of this sweet, juicy fruit.”

I grin, shaking my head. “Oh, word? Who's calling?”

“Oooh, I can't believe you've already forgotten my voice and it's only been a few days since my last call to you.”

I lean up in my chair. “Oh, aiight, aiight. What's good, Anonymous?”

“Haciendo dulce el amor para mi es lo que es bueno
with that big, long, black…uh, it is big…and
loooong
, right?”

I chuckle. “Yo, ma-ma, you talkin' mad filthy right now. I don't know what you just said, but it sounded mad sexy.”

“I saaaaid,
papi
, you making sweet love to me is what's good.”

“Oh, word? Yo, hold on for a minute.” I place the call on hold, then close out tonight's segment with some shit about doing what you need to do to spend a lifetime pleasing and being pleased. Then sign off. Maxwell's “Lifetime” comes on the air as I remove my headset and pick up the phone to get at this lil' Spanish
mami
who has my dick bricked.

I hit her with my gmail addy and tell her to hit me up with some hot flicks so I can see what she's looking like. She says some more slick shit in Spanish, then tells me she'll send a few pics so I can see how wet I get her.

“Yeah, aiight. Cool, cool…do that.” I end the call just as Nina makes her way over to me, grinning.

“Great night.” She takes a seat beside my desk, crossing her slender legs. I glance at her toned calves, then into her brown eyes. “Sounds like you have another admirer on your hands. But this one sounds like she's
really
trying to
have
you.”

I shake my head, laughing. “Nah, nah. She's tryna
borrow
me. Remember?”

She playfully rolls her eyes. “Yeah, that's right. For the night.”

“Well, if her body's on point and her face doesn't look like it needs a wrecking ball to it, I just might let her.
Borrow
me…for the night.”

She gives me a
yeah-right
look. “Umm, last time I checked, you were still a married man? And that still looks like a wedding band on your finger.”

“Correction,” I say, stretching my long legs out. “I'm
still
a happily married man.” She glances at the bulge in my pants, then shifts in her seat. I grin. “What, would you rather I jump ya bones instead?”

She rises from her seat. “No. What I'd rather
you
do is go home.”

I laugh. “Yeah, aiight. That's what ya mouth says. Why ya drawz wet?”

“
My
drawers are
not
wet,” she says. Although her tone is indignant, her eyes flicker something different.

“Yeah, aiight, with ya lyin'-ass. Then why I smell them hot juices, huh?”

She playfully swats at me. “Ohmygod! You're so nasty.”

I grin, flashing her my dimples. “You have no idea, babe.” She shakes her head, walking out. Maybe her panties aren't wet, but I bet her pussy is sucking them shits in, wishing it were a dick between her legs.

Marika

One-thirty a.m.

I am sitting propped up in bed, the sixty-inch, wall-mounted plasma playing low, with my iPad in my lap reading through this
Prison Snatch
manuscript when Marcel walks into the bedroom.

I can't lie. So far this manuscript is a good, entertaining, and a very hot, nasty read. A few times I've had to squeeze my legs to shut off the pulsing in my clit. Or found myself absentmindedly rubbing my erect nipples, slowly winding my hips and grinding my bare ass down into the sheets and mattress as I read about Heaven's sexapades while she's incarcerated. From fucking CO's—male and female—to fucking other female inmates, all I can say is, this is one freaky bitch.

And I love it.

“Hey, babe,” Marcel says, sauntering toward me.

I smile, taking him in as he makes his way over to me. My gaze locks on the long, thick bulge dangling in his sweats. “Hey, beautiful man.”

“How you?” He leans forward and kisses me on the lips. His hand caresses the side of my face. Little does he know, listening to him on the radio tonight and reading this manuscript for the last hour has my pussy on fire, and I'm ready for these flames to be stoked, hard and deep.